Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.